My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

I’m desperate to comfort Daisy, but what she just asked me to give her, I can’t. I can’t take advantage of her vulnerability because she’s not in a stable mental state right now.

“Daisy, I’m sorry. I… can’t.” I stammer because it hurts me to deny her when she needs me.

She turns towards me, her eyes teary. “Luke… I feel so dirty. I beg you to make his touch disappear from my body and erase today’s incident from my mind.” She implores, clasping my face and moving closer to me. Her eyes are pleading with me to fulfil her wish. “Please, make me yours.”

“Daisy. Please try to understand,” I explain, cupping her face. “You’re not in the right state of mind. What you’re asking for, you’ll hate yourself for it. And…” I pause before adding, “I can’t take advantage of your pain and vulnerability.”

“Right now, I don’t care about anything, Luke.” She sobs, pressing her forehead against mine. “I just want you to make me forget everything. It’s driving me insane. Please…”

As she begs, my chest becomes heavy with immense pain and tears roll down my cheeks. I never wanted to see her in this condition. With every second, my anger and my urge to torture that fucker is rising. He has to pay for every tear Daisy is shedding.

“I promise I’ll vanish all your pain. Just tell me where he touched you.” I take her chin in my gentle grip, keeping my eyes fixed on her.

“He…” she stutters, pointing at her cheek. “He slapped me.”

I feel a lump in my throat, almost on the verge of crying, but compose myself for her.

Seeing the blood on her lips, I understood this earlier, but hearing her broken voice hurt me even more. I can’t even imagine someone hitting her. I wish I had reached her house a little sooner.

After taking a deep breath, I kiss every inch of her face, trying to take away all her pain through the gentle touch of my lips. As I gently suck on the corner of her lips where her blood has dried, she clutches my hair.

I look at her face; her eyes are closed, and she is completely lost in my touch. I sigh with relief before gently grabbing her chin and moving closer to kiss her lips.

I softly suck on her luscious lips, tasting them after a long five years. Her lips are still as soft as rose petals. I was yearning for this moment but never expected it to happen like this. It breaks my heart.

As I move away from her, she yanks me closer by my hair and captures my lips for another soft kiss.

“Tell me, which places did he touch you further?” As I ask, she opens her eyes and gives me a dejected look.

“Here.” She points at her neck. “Here.” Tears trickle down her cheeks as she points at her shoulder. “He pressed his body against mine. His touch is all over my body, Luke.” She sobs, burying her face in my shoulder.

I embrace her, my soul crying with her. The incident has left her shattered, and it kills me to see her in this state. I hold her tightly, whispering soothing words to calm her.

“It’s okay, Daisy,” I murmur into her hair. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through this together.”

After a few minutes, I pull back slightly and wipe her tears with my thumbs before burying my face in her neck. She clutches my hair as I kiss down her neck, opening the first few buttons of her shirt.

I pull the shirt down her shoulder and place soft kisses all over, trying to remove the touch of that bastard from her body and make her feel better.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I reach her ear, brushing my lips up her neck. “He can never make you dirty, Daisy. No one can do that. You’re too beautiful to be tainted by anyone’s touch.”

She shivers as my breath tickles her ear, and I feel her grip on my hair tighten. I pull back to look into her eyes, which are still filled with tears, but there’s a flicker of something else now-trust.

I lie down, holding her close to me. “Feeling better?”

She just nods in response.

“You’ll be fine completely. I’m with you.” I kiss her hair.

As we cuddle each other in silence, I wonder who could have done this to her.

“Who did this to you?” I inquire, breaking the silence.

“Martin.” She digs her nails into my bare chest. “He works in my office. I never thought that he would do something like this.” A sob escapes her mouth, touching a chord in my heart. She raises her head from my chest and looks at me with fear in her eyes. “What if he again-”

I interject, “He won’t do anything. Don’t worry.” I reassure her, gently tucking her hair behind her ear and pressing my lips to her forehead.

I’ll break every bone in his body so he won’t recover for years.

“Shit!” She suddenly sits up beside me, causing my brows to narrow in confusion.

“What happened?”

She holds her head between her hands. “I completely forgot about Hope.”

I sit behind her and place my hands on her arms. “Don’t worry. I already messaged Eva to pick her up.” I caress her arms to ease her tension. “Get some sleep now.”

She rests her head on my chest and looks up at me. “I don’t know how I would have handled all this alone. Thank you for being there for me.”

“Now I’m always here for you and Hope.” I lean in and place a kiss on her head. “You don’t have to handle everything alone anymore, butterfly.”

She lies down, placing her head on my lap and holding my hand close to her chest. She passes me a faint smile before closing her eyes. I caress her hair and admire her as she dozes off.

***

“Please… I don’t want to drink.” Daisy pushes my hand away as I try to make her drink the hot soup.

We sit at the dining table. She woke up a few minutes ago after sleeping for a few hours. When she was slumbering on my lap, I ordered my chef to prepare something light for her.

“Daisy, you need to eat something,” I insist gently, holding the spoon close to her lips. “You haven’t had anything all day.”

Her eyes are puffy from crying, and although she slept for hours, she still looks exhausted. She finally changes her mind, opening her mouth slightly to let me feed her. I can see the effort it takes for her to swallow each spoonful.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she gazes at me.

I immediately put the bowl of soup down on the table and wipe away her tears. “Hey, what happened?”

She shakes her head and embraces me, startling me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer.

We stay like this for a few minutes before parting.

She says, “I want to meet Hope.”

“I’ll call Eva to bring Hope here. Okay?”

She nods in response, and I pull out my phone and send a quick message to Eva, asking her to bring Hope to my place.